The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 12 The First Night of School

"Is this the dormitory? Did we come to the wrong place?"

All the first-year witches had this idea.

The mud houses stand side by side, and even though some walls are covered with green vines and some courtyards are planted with flowers, they cannot hide the fact that, apart from the homeowners' efforts to refurbish them, the houses themselves look very crudely made.

Even Mo Lan, who had lived in a dilapidated house since childhood, felt a sense of loss.

This mud house really feels like it would crumble into dust if you touched it!

"You've come to the right place! Don't be fooled by the fact that this house is made of adobe; it's very sturdy. No matter how it's built, there won't be any quality issues, and it will automatically return to its original state after the owner moves out."

It is said that these 100 dormitories were built when the school was first established, and they are still in good condition.

The conditions were simple, but the intention was to encourage the little witches to study hard and improve their survival skills during their time at school, rather than indulging in pleasure and wasting their time.

The ideal life can only be earned through one's own hard work after graduation.

Lilith repeated the words of comfort the upperclassmen had given them when they enrolled last year.

In fact, she herself was quite disappointed with the accommodation conditions.

The little witches' expectations for the dormitory plummeted several notches.

The first few rows are occupied by third-year students. They rode back on broomsticks a little earlier and are already fast asleep.

After walking past these rows, you'll reach the dormitories of the second-year female students.

Their house maintenance is noticeably worse than that of the third graders.

Some houses look almost as if no one lives there from the outside.

The second-year female students have also gradually returned to their dormitories.

Only the first-year students remain to continue.

The dormitory conditions were poor, but after walking for so long, they were really tired and just wanted to wash up and go to bed.

Moran, Vasita, and Sylph traveled together; they lived at numbers 69, 70, and 68 respectively and were neighbors.

The three rooms at the very end of the sixth row belong to them.

Apart from the different serial numbers, they look exactly the same.

They were all mud houses with a courtyard enclosed by a wooden fence.

The yard is much larger than the house itself.

However, unlike the senior students' courtyards, which were either planted with flowers and grass or paved with stone bricks, their courtyards were all barren, with only haphazardly growing weeds, making the dormitory look dilapidated.

"Lilith said the fourth-year students just moved out today. How did these grasses grow so tall in just one day?" Sylph asked curiously. "They couldn't have deliberately encouraged the weeds to grow before they left, could they?"

"Every freshman dormitory is like this. Perhaps restoring the buildings to their original state includes these weeds in the yard!"

Moran looked at the similar weeds in each dormitory courtyard, which even covered the entrance paths almost completely: "Perhaps the deans think that cleaning the courtyard is a kind of training for the little witches!"

"I understand now. The academy's benevolence ended at the entrance banquet."

Sylph adjusted her mindset: "Never mind, it's all for our better growth. Looking closely, the mud houses have a certain charm..."

As they were talking, he realized that Vasita hadn't spoken for a while and, worried that she might be feeling unwell again, turned to look at her and found her staring intently to her right: "Vasita? What are you looking at?"

Vasita pointed to the woods outside the dormitory area on the right: "Isn't that the breadfruit grove that the upperclassmen were talking about?"

“The map should be correct.” Moran said, then looked at Vasita suspiciously: “Are you hungry again?”

"No, no!" Vasita quickly waved her hands. "I reckon the reason I got hungry so quickly before was because I materialized my stomach. It's getting late, everyone go back to the dorms and rest—glug~"

Moran and Sylph looked at her stomach: "You said you weren't hungry!" *Gurgle*

Vasita clutched her uncooperative belly and became withdrawn.

Moran and Sylph exchanged a glance, then pulled Vasita toward the breadfruit grove.

"I'm really only a little hungry, I can go by myself! The banquet was too short, and I won't have enough to eat to burn off the calories I'll burn on the way down the mountain..." Vasida said, trying to save face.

She was in good physical condition and not tired, but a little hungry. She didn't want to trouble Moran and Sylph to accompany her to find something to eat so late at night.

They are already exhausted.

"You don't want future generations to talk about our great Ms. Vasita and remember her embarrassing story of fainting from hunger in the breadfruit grove on the first night of school, do you?" Moran said.

"..." Vasita's struggles suddenly weakened.

Moran's words hit the nail on the head.

How could a witch, who had the opportunity to become a source of pride for others, leave behind such a dark history?
“I think you should stock up on more food at home,” Sylph said. “It would be best if you learned planting magic as soon as possible and grew some food in your own yard. Next year, the academy will only provide unprocessed meat products.”

Vasita grimaced, "Why does my innate ability eat so much?!"

……

Next to dormitory number 70, across a small path, is a grove of breadfruit trees.

Moran and the others stood by the roadside, facing a dark forest where even the moonlight couldn't reach.

In the areas illuminated by the streetlights, the trees have been completely stripped bare; there isn't a single breadfruit left.

The breadfruit tree grows exceptionally wide, with a particularly large canopy.

In the darkness, each tree looked like a menacing monster, which was rather eerie.

Vasita was somewhat relieved that the three of them had come together.

If she were to come alone, she would tremble with fear just walking in.

"It seems we'll have to go into the woods to pick them," Moran said. "Once we're inside, let our eyes adjust to the darkness before searching slowly. The map says the core area of ​​the academy is safe, so we should be fine if we're careful."

“I’ll lead the way! I grew up in Starlight Forest and I’m quite familiar with the jungle,” Sylph said.

“Then I’ll cover the rear,” Moran said.

Despite being in poor condition, Vasida was placed in the middle of the group without any explanation.

Just as they were about to plunge into the woods, a warm white light appeared behind them, illuminating their path.

The voice, so close at hand, startled Moran and the others: "What are you doing in the woods so late?"

They breathed a sigh of relief when they turned around and saw the familiar red hair.

"Senior Lilith, it's you!"

“I was inside when I saw the three of you come this way instead of going into the dormitory, so I came to check on you.”

"There are no lights in the woods at night, it's easy to slip and fall!" Lilith said.

"Gurgle~" Vasita's stomach is always so honest.

"Okay, I understand. I'll take you in! The fruit trees on the outer perimeter are close to the dormitory, and the breadfruits are picked as soon as they grow. We need to go further in."

Lilith, holding her wand, stepped to the front.

The large orb of light on her wand slowly grew larger, and the warm white light became brighter and brighter until it was as bright as day within a ten-meter radius around them, at which point it stabilized.